I own none of the WWE
superstars, but I do own all of the other characters.

The sequel to The
Return... Sara's all grown up, but is she headed for trouble when she
goes on the road with the WWE and finds an unlikely enemy?

Chapter 1

Sara Christine Irvine was
practically bubbling with nervous excitement. She was in a limo on
the way to the arena. Her grandfather, Vince McMahon, had invited her
to go on the road with the WWE for a week. It was just part of her
graduation present from him. The other part was a cruise with three
other people that he didn't think she knew about, but she wasn't
going to mention it.

When Sara got to the
arena, she headed inside and straight to her grandfather's office.
She knocked lightly on the door.

"Come in!" Vince
called, but before she could even open the door, it swung open from
the inside.

Standing before her was a
tall young man with raven-colored hair and hazel eyes. He was lean
and muscular. His eyes danced with laughter and he smiled.

"You're mighty
quiet!" her cousin, Justin McMahon, said.

"Justin!" she
exclaimed, hugging him fiercely. He was her favorite cousin, her
uncle Shane's only son, Justin Isaac McMahon. He was only older than
her by a few hours, so they were both the same age. They had always
been very close, too.

"Sorry," she
apologized. She and Justin sat down in chairs in front of Vince's
desk and looked at him.

"I'll make this
brief." Vince put on a serious face, the most serious face ever.
"I want you two to look out for each other. Protect each other.
Confide in each other." He paused, then smiled. "But most
of all, I want you to have fun."

"Just making sure.
You can never be too sure," Vince said. He looked at his watch.
"I have a meeting with some new talent in a few minutes. You
guys go off and have fun. Meet some wrestlers and divas."

"Divas? Awesome,"
Justin said. He grabbed Sara's hand and pulled her to a standing
position. "Come on, Sara," he said, pulling her towards the
door. "We have to go meet some divas!"

"Bye!" Sara
called to Vince, right before Justin dragged her into the hall and
shut the door. "Where to?"

"Let's go grab some
food," he suggested. They started to walk down the hall to the
cafeteria, holding hands, and letting their hands swing between them.
"So," he began. "Who are you looking forward to
seeing?"

"Batista's son,
Mike," she said dreamily. "Can you believe he's a wrestler
now?"

"I will be, too,"
he said. "Don't you see how buff I'm getting?"

She laughed. "Yeah, I
see. You must've been working out a lot lately."

"Every day," he
said proudly. "Sick or well, I work out."

"Well, who are you
looking forward to seeing?" she asked, subtly changing the
subject.

"Torrie Wilson's
daughter, Tara," he replied. "Or maybe Starr."

"Stacy Keibler's
daughter Starr?" she asked, wrinkling her nose. "She's such
a bitch."

"I know. That's what
makes her so attractive," he said, and they both laughed. They
walked around the corner and almost bumped into two people that they
didn't recognize.

They all stopped and
looked at each other. There was complete silence as they stared at
each other.

"Oh, excuse us,"
Justin said, checking out the girl he had almost collided with. He
glanced at the guy, then back at the girl again. The two reminded him
of two people, two wrestlers as a matter of fact, but he couldn't
figure out which two.

"No, excuse us,"
the girl said, smiling. She held out her hand and ran the other hand
through her long dirty blond hair. "My name is Allie, and this
is my twin brother Jason. You can just call him Jase, though."

"I'm Justin and this
is my cousin Sara," Justin replied, shaking Allie's hand. When
he let her hand go, he elbowed Sara lightly in the side. When she
didn't speak, he smiled apologetically at Allie. "Sorry. Cat's
got her tongue."

"It's ok. Jase here
is strangely quiet as well," Allie said. "Well, it was nice
meeting you... We should all do dinner together sometime."

"Sometime like
tonight?" Justin asked. He usually wasn't so fast but
this girl was pretty hot.

"Hey, it's not either
of their faults that Dad got thrown in jail for the first ten years
of our lives," she said. "We've been over this already a
million times."

"She had both
of her parents for her whole life," he said bitterly. "And
all we had was Mom. And she had to do it all alone because Dad was
locked up."

"Drop it, Jase. Sara
seems like a nice girl, and her cousin Justin is hot," she said.

"So. It's all Sara's
parents' fault that our Dad was locked up. And once everyone
found out Mom was pregnant, they talked about her so bad," he
said, getting angry. "I want revenge for everything Mom had to
go through by herself."

"Forget it. No
revenge. We're having dinner with Sara and Justin tonight, and you
will behave," she said. He started to protest but she cut
him off. "Don't forget, I am the older sibling."

"Only by a few
hours," he said, rolling his light brown eyes and raking a hand
through his shoulder-length dirty blond hair. "Like that makes a
big difference."

"It does," she
said. "We're both 18 but I'm still older than you. And from the
way you're acting, I see it makes a big difference on the maturity
scale as well."

"So what?" he
said, putting his hands in his pockets.

"Just chill. Now we
have a meeting with Vince McMahon and it's not wise to keep him
waiting," she said.

"Yeah, yeah," he
grumbled, and they headed over to Vince McMahon's office...

Who are the parents of
Allie and Jase? Take a guess and I'll let you know if you're right or
wrong in the next chapter!

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